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Post by Stephanie Devine on Oct 30, 2008 15:15:29 GMT -5
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Oct 30, 2008 15:32:21 GMT -5
i really think that the song lyrics in the code things really is good for Scatty
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Post by Scatty Carabeth on Oct 31, 2008 7:47:54 GMT -5
Scatty Carabeth [/i]  " My only regret in life"[/size] " Is that I'm not someone else."•• i just watched her make the same mistakes again[/i][/color] ••[/center][/size] name Scotia Marie Carabeth
nicknames Scatty
gender female
age seventeen
date of birth December 12, 1990
sexuality Straight
major or grade ,Senior
Clique Individuals
•• what's wrong, what's wrong now? •• [/b][/i] hair colour dark red
eye colour emerald green
build super thin
height 5' 5"
weight 90 lbs
paragraph Scatty's never is the most perky girl. Her super pale skin glows slightly in the bright Miami sunlight, and her dark red hair sways in the paradise breeze. Her thin frame is one of the most minimal in the high school, not that she cares. She is very light and skinny for her age, but it may just be the fact that she spent alot of time in schools in Europe, or her time in the library. Even when she is just wearing a sweater and sweats, she still turns a few heads with her inquisitive eyes almost always peering through a curtain of hair. Her hair is just above her waist, with only a slight wave here and there. Her green eyes are framed by think lashes that never see mascara.Clothes are rarely a matter, as she looks amazing in anything. Especially green.
played by Danielle Panabaker
Canon or Original Original
•• too many, too many problems •• [/b][/i] home town New York
mother Cathleen McDonohugh
father Don Carabeth
brothers Josh, Brian
sisters none
other none
•• don't know where she belongs •• [/b][/i][/center] history Cathleen McDonohugh and Don Carabeth met in the summer of their senior year of collage. It was just like in the movies where the two protagonists meet and fall in love and the summer of their life, kissing at the beach, going out late, and then the romantic wedding. Just like the movies. Cathleen McDonohugh cam from a wealthy family, and expected her to marry well. She didn't disappoint. Don Carabeth came from a moderate family, but with his brains, as an engineer, he became one of the richest families in New York. Two romantic summer's later, they were married in the back yard of Cathleen's parents summer home in England. A year later the twins Brian and Josh were born. Then 5 years later, a beautiful, little girl was born to the delighted parents. Scotia Marie, meaning Dark one and bitter, was named such because of her serious demeanor. As a baby, she almost never cried, and when she was in her crib, her deep, intelligent eyes seemed to know what everyone was thinking. She was born in England, when her parents were on a winter vacation. Raised in New York, she went to boarding schools in Europe and America, all over the place until she put her foot down and said she wanted to be a normal child. At the age of 13, she had a lot of power over her parents. They moved to Miami for a better job offer given o her father, and they took it. Scatty's slightly sophisticated English accent mixed with her New York accent set her aside from the other children in her seventh grade class. Not that she minded, she could always be found in the library drinking up whatever history book, or any other book she could get her hands on. Scatty, pale and beautiful, was indeed a dark one. She often stayed up late in a small library in the basement of her families mansion, reading or writing, or sometimes instead of reading she composed songs, a lot of them deep and mysterious. Her mother, being sophisticated, wanted her only daughter to be proper, and enrolled her in piano and dance. She excelled in both. She was also a singer, but she was shy, even with her influence over people, she was a shy little girl on the inside, and liked to be left alone. Now a senior, she realized that living in the dark basement reading books is not the way she wants to live her life. She is trying to make friends, but many still remember her almost gothy ways of the past when she first came to Miami, with her long red hair, pale skin, and her accent, so much different from the others. personality Scatty is very different from the other girls in her class. She is generally serious and has never fully been understood by anyone. Least of all her mother. Her shyness is probably a huge factor in her seriousness. Since she almost never talks to anyone, she is locked up in her own mind, debating with herself about something of the past, or composing strange songs. There is also another Scatty, if you look close enough, though many never do. There is the shy, sweet, and misunderstood girl, who cannot escape. Escape herself. She often goes out at night and sits at the beach, just listening. Listening to the sound of the birds last caws of the night, the waves crashing. The smells of the salt and the overall calm feeling. There she is most herself, at the beach. A skinny, pale, mysterious girl, shrouded by herself. likes -books -learning -the sound of the ocean -singing -piano -music -strawberries -the feeling of rain on her skin dislikes -ditzy girls -gossip -people staring at her -her mother's nagging -pollution -show offs -reality TV fears -losing her mind -become blind -death hopes-to make some friends -for someone to understand her -for someone to talk to secrets -loves flowers-roses especially -is really a nice, shy girl -loves animals [/size]
•• she wants to go home [/i][/color] ••[/center][/size] Emily Rosewood
age no need
Random fact: i love Wicked
experience a few years, own a site called the The Bleeding Hearts
password keyboardrehab
sample
Scatty got up from her curled position in the leather armchair. The smell of old, new, and dusty books greeted her as she neared the book case, sliding the heavy book she was reading away with a small thump. Time to get out in the world. It was twilight, the peaceful time in between afternoon and evening. As an individual, she didn't have many friends. Actually she didn't have any friends, which equaled, no plans. She didn't mind. Letting her almost-waist-length hair out of its bun, she donned on a black sweat shirt and trudged upstairs. She passed the kitchen, her pale bare feet making hardly a noise. But still, her mother heard her close the door to the basement and looked up, her own chestnut curls bouncing as she looked up, her tanned face slightly puckered from thought. I wish you wore something suitable when you went out with your little friends, dear, that black sweater must be so drab to them. Her own designer top and pants, silk by the looks of the shirt, were perfect and and in style.
Scatty rolled her emerald eyes, turning away from her mother. Her little friends. Ha! She didn't have any 'little friends'. Slipping through the marble foyer, padding silently. Not bothering with any shoes she slipped outside, tucking her long hair into the dark hood. Going down to the beach at this time was rare for Scatty. Usually she might sit in her room composing dark songs, or sit in the small study in the basement reading or writing. That wasn't the real Scatty though. She was a quiet girl, and shy. Passing a house, she heard the loud noises of a party, people jumping in a pool, or falling, and the sounds of cans opening. She sighed.
She had never wanted to be part of the whole popular crowd, but she had always longed for a friend. Always. Her mother suggested making friend with one of the Royals, but she always scoffed and turned away. Like any Royal, even a drunken Royal with brain damage would never accept her. Dark and strange, no one had like Scotia Marie Carabeth. She was an outcast. A reject. An Individual. Finally passing through the rich neighborhood, she walked along the middle of the street, calmly. Cars honked, people shouted but still she kept on walking. People shouted from the shadows, and though they thought she couldn't see them, years of studying in the dark had trained her eyes. She saw them almost clearly. Two men, probably drunk. Yeah.
Reaching the beach was a relief. The calming sounds of the ocean greeted her, washing over her with warmth she rarely felt. Like the friend she never had. Walking across the white sand, she moved away from a couple making out. Coming to her favorite spot, rocks a little ways away from the sand, in the water. Sitting on the biggest one, she wrapped her thin arms around her legs. Closing her eyes, she listened to the natural music of the ocean, the seagulls and the quiet splashes of fish, perfectly synced, to make a song, it seemed, only she could understand. The twilight was peaceful, a place she could be herself, escape from herself. Be herself for herself.
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